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Jusqu’il y a peu, je croyais que penser ou parler argent m’ennuyait. Que l’argent n’avait pas d’intérêt du moment que je n’en manquais pas. Et que moins j’y pensais, mieux je me portais.
Avant cela, il y eut un temps où parler « fric » me paraissait incongru voire déplacé. Probablement parce que l’argent que j’avais alors, je ne l’avais pas « gagné ».
Plus en arrière de cela, l’argent fut le plus souvent source d’inquiétudes, de calculs, d’impossibilités, de frustration. Il n’y en avait jamais assez, l’argent manquait toujours.
Il y a plus longtemps encore, l’argent avait été source de joie, de gratitude, et de rêves. L’aventure était là, avec ou sans...
Let me introduce myself to you (again).
I am Patricia Berthelier alias such_easeofbeing on Instagram.
Why this alias? Because I am ease of being in many areas of my life.
Not in all of them though. And I certainly was not ease of being when it came to selfies, some 9 months ago. Not much of a problem, you’d say. I agree. Or not.
Back then, I would shy away from taking selfies and posting them on socials - I had so many points of view about it. Also, that avoidance of visibility on social networks truly was a limiting limitation to my business. I would cringe from recording videos in which I was solo speaking to the camera. The mere idea that these videos could be posted on line and seen by others was even worse. So, I started looking at that because I got that there was more to it than it showed – or rather did not show in my case!
So, I set out to do just that. I looked at it, asked questions and chose to change that. And I started taking action after asking...
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J’éprouve toujours de la joie à voir comment, dans notre vie, les choses se produisent, entrent en cohérence les unes avec les autres et semblent créer la survenue d’évènements imprévus qui, lorsqu’ils sont là devant nous, deviennent ce que nous désirions profondément sans avoir jamais réussi à l’exprimer clairement auparavant.
Et là tout d’un coup, nous nous disons : « Mais oui, c’est ça, c’est exactement ça qu’il me fallait ! ».
Et alors il y a ces sensations incroyables de contentement, de reconnaissance et d’enthousiasme qui se répandent en nous – c’est jouissif !
Actually, the title could also be:
"Being the Symphony of Possibilities with and as Water".
That is exactly what I experienced when we visited the Unesco World Heritage site of the Plitvice Lakes in Croatia.
We have a camper van and love touring familiar or foreign lands onboard our ÉPatAn, our gravel bikes at the back of it. So, after I finished live translating Dr Dain Heer's AC classes at Zagreb and Opatija beginning of November, André and I went for a road/gravel bike trip down the blissfully gorgeous Croatian coast.
Almost from the start, I knew we had to sort of detour to the Plitvice Lakes National Park that is further inland. Not because I had read any guide or brochure for tourists - I never do. Just because I had happened to hear the name and it had echoed somewhere within me- it had been a big “Yes,...
Know what? I have no idea what 'being me' means. Not a clue. The one thing I know: I know when I am being me and when I am not.
Being Me is all about joy, gratitude, ease, amazement and magic. AND the constant choice of new possibilities. It is about being always on the move, with no point of view about it.
Whether I'm literally on the move- on my mountian bike or in my camper van. Or on the move in my choices, my life, my business, my relationships.
Some twenty years ago, when I took up cycling, I began to get that until then I had not been me at all. I had been what others wanted me to be.
Cycling, or rather my bikes, have been like magic wands to me. They revealed to me what I had taken so much care to bury very deep. In fact, I misread or misinterpreted what was revealed to me, and went down another rabbit hole, that of competition, all the while thinking I had done it and had reached my destination.
Until some four or five years ago,...
I'd like to introduce this article with a few questions.
What do you define as being a gold seeker that it isn't?
And what do you define as not being a gold seeker that it is?
And are you being a gold seeker?
I asked myself those questions when reading Séquoias that French novel by Michel Moutot whose title in English could be Redwood Trees.
Indeed the main protagonist made a lasting impression on me.
Mercator Fleming is a young whaling captain who chooses to let go of whale hunting in Nantucket- thus putting an end to his life as a spermaceti & ambergris seeker. Ambergris was then also called 'floating gold', ain't that interesting?
He then sets off on a dangerous and six-month-long sea voyage around Cape Horn to California, his hopes raised by the news of the Gold Rush.
That decision of his is made on the spur of the moment, upon listening to President James K. Polk's 1848 State of the Union address.
After reaching the small...
Si la mort était un choix et non un mal, pourrais-tu alors vivre pleinement ? Pourrais-tu alors vraiment choisir ta vie ? Et pourrais-tu alors être qui tu es vraiment ?
Il est bon de s'attarder avec ces questions, et toutes les autres questions qui naîtront de celles-ci, à leur tour. Un peu comme des questions gigognes, ou des poupées russes.
Une fois que nous consentons à regarder la mort d'un peu plus près, c'est la vie qui nous vient, plus libre, plus pleine, plus essentielle. Et la mort perd de sa sur-signification, et de l'importance que nous lui accordons à force d'en avoir peur, de faire nôtre une peur qui ne nous appartient pas.
La peur est une chose très bizarre. La peur de la mort, la peur du manque, la peur de l'échec, la peur de la solitude, la peur de ne pas être aimé(e). Et toutes les autres peurs qui viennent s'enchâsser* dans celles-ci.
As a BP facilitator with Access Consciousness, I've found out that most people use their bodies but do not embrace them. Before engaging with Access Consciousness and facilitating Bars classes or 2 BP classes or becoming a Symphony Advanced Practitioner, then a CF and a Being You Certified Facilitator, I had been lucky enough to get the awareness that I was using my body too, and making it toil relentlessly hard to get it to what I wanted it to do and be. My body was my slave.
How many of you are using your body as your own slave? Never even thanking it for what it accomplishes for you every single minute of your life and instead judging it as not enough, or wrong, and abusing it in so many ways- you name it, like with force feeding it, or forcefully under-nourrishing it, force drinking it, or force exercising it, or force morphing it into something you desire and that does not work for it. Never heeding it- just like some slave-owner thrashing his disobeying...
L'attention est présence.
Au visible et à l'invisible.
A l'audible et l'inaudible.
Au perceptible et imperceptible.
Au connu et à l'inconnu.
En soi et autour de soi.
L'attention est absence de tension.
Elle vient d'une détente absolue.
Du corps et du mental.
De la volonté et de la visée.
Elle est absence d'attente.
Et de jugements.
Elle est don et recevoir.
Elle est cet espace
Elle est à choisir
Encore, toujours, à jamais.
Elle est le socle immatériel
Entre le présent et le futur.
Elle est le bond de la création
Et l'universalité de notre être.
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H.D. Thoreau has been a favourite with me for quite some time now.
And yet my first encounter with his writings, in my college days, was not a playful one. I couldn't grasp what Walden was about, I couldn't get connected to Thoreau's writing and to the topics that unfold throughout the book.
I could have danced for joy when I put the book back on the shelf, once my two month-long study of it came to an end.
I don't know how, but some thirty years later I found myself browsing through H.D. Thoreau's Journal.
First, it felt as if I had just been punched in the stomach, that was staggering- I could so relate with every word, every sentence there, on the page. Then came that elation, that urge to keep skipping to new pages, that revelation of my own being as I was reading the words- as if Thoreau's words uncovered and unhid what I had always known, had always desired to have or be. That was some magical reading!
A very meagre natural...